Can I have a mint?

There’s always that line between friends and more. It can be crossed in a moment without either of you knowing how or why or when. You can’t always stop it even if you should. Sometimes it creeps up on you from nowhere, sweeps you up like a wave and carries you away into the unknown. It’s exciting, dangerous and possibly, probably wrong.

I knew the minute I saw him, about a week or two in. I stopped it there and then but fate knew something I didn’t know. I could feel the usual rush of excitement between the boys whenever a new female comes into the den, but he acted as if he’d seen it all before. I knew him before we’d even spoken just from snatches of information I’d gathered from the rest. ’He’s…different’ was the response. I liked different. Especially when it came in such a pretty package. I guess I had him down as a pretty boy, a head full of air who could have his pick of anyone and probably did every night of the week. Not my type and yet, I’d liked to have been his Wednesday.

I wrote him off in that first sighting but the butterflies still came when his name came up late at night. My short red nails typed polite hello’s and his replies came thick and fast. Nights turned into months and a friendship flower grew. ’We’re in the friend zone’ I sighed to those who asked and the light in my eyes grew dim.

Then one day, his car was there. His name was on my phone. Those butterflies came swarming. A long glance told me all I needed to know. The line was crossed not the first time but the time after that. He asked me for a mint but the last one had already gone under my tongue. As the lights from the film settled comfortably into dark credits I guess the music took a hold. The mint was passed, a smile was caught, a whisper in my ear.

The line was crossed as the lights came down and I can’t really say I cared. I never colour inside the lines and I like my breath mints shared.

Can I have a mint?


Joined August 2010

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A true story about that moment between a guy and a girl when they realise, without having to say it, that they’re no longer ‘just friends’.

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